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SNAK THE RIPPER - THAT'S FINE

Yeah, from the heart baby

Yeah, I ain't gotta lie
I ain't gonna cry
I ain't gonna see you anymore and that's fine
You can do your thing girl and I'mma do mine

SNAK THE RIPPER - WHATS STREET

[Chorus]

Yo whats street?
Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet
Streets when you dont need money to eat
Streets when you want a convertible caprice

They thought that I was finished but I’m never really done though
I could do this shit forever my supply’ll never run low
Keep asking how I’m living let me keep this shit one hundo
I don’t care about no pettiness I’d rather watch my sons grow
Making money’s always good but that’s not usually my goal
I make music cause the shit is therapeutic to my soul
I been picking up momentum I stay moving on a roll
Yo this life is like the autobahn I’m cruising in control,

Verse 1)
Ayo I need a million bucks and I ain't stop until I get it. My life sucks, but I'm really tryna sweat it. Could've been in handcuffs, locked up for some shit that i regretted. But I'm free, fuck the past, fuck this scene and just forget it cause. Lifes kinda fucked like that no doubt, instead of spreading narrow, I took the scenic route. My reality consists of shit you only dream about. They never knew my name before and now they fuckin scream it out. But wait, hold up! I still ain't rich. Sometimes I ride a bus to work with change I'm poor from a bitch, ain't gotta niche over here. How the fuck can I ignore it? I don't get to eat my diner if you rip this off the tour and I.. Put my life on the line every time that I rhyme, but it hurts like a knife in the spine. That no matter how much time I spin'em around, some people think that I don't deserve whats rightfully mine, damn.

(Chorus)
Ain't never been shit, til they heard me now they call me mental. It ain't that say as I hoped, I'm fuckin famous and broke. Ain't never had shit just tryna get paper for the day that I croak. Homie this shit ain't a joke, I'm fuckin famous and broke.

(Verse 2)
How long will it take before they notice that I'm dedicated? Copious amounts of marijuana keeps me medicated. One of a kind, ain't no way this can be replicated. Ya'll still doing card tricks, I already levitated. This verse is dedicated to the lives that you've created, designated killer homie watch me demonstrate it. Leaving every beat degraded only made to improve. I'm just doing what I want, don't give a fuck to approve. Listen this written over blue ribbons and trees. Spread the disease, they talk about me because I do it with ease. My competition is pigeon, I'm a eagle in the breeze. Risen to the top, ya'll bitches is falling on ya knees. So please hold that thought on whatever you think, I'm goina back this flow up, got some spew in the sink. I need money like an armored truck, I'm right on the brink. Wasted in smoke, forever I'll be famous and broke, damn..

Yeah this lifes a trip,
You can go from ain't having shit,
To makin' the grip.
Enemies stay close,
Only to take your spot when you slip,
Shave some hundos off of you not,
Homie watching you pick.
To keep your company,